I’d send you a box

of that candy stuff

in the shape of a double helix,

but in the store where I went

they only sell hearts.

I went to the feller

that fixes cars,

and I asked

him for a radio

that plays flowers.

I wanted something

that says, you are the oracle

for which I’ve been waiting,

like that newspaper article

about a break in the cold.

The water in the brook

runs quick and clear.

The air is like an electric spark,

waiting for a fragrance

to calm it down.

He said, “No,

there’s no such thing.”

but when I thought

of you

the snow was gone,

even from the roof

of the car,

and roses, roses,

they smelled

like they were about to bloom.